#but i feel like it could even go on a bit more! it stops pretty suddenly because i needed to just find a stopping point but it could

[coldfanbou]

Least Restrictive Environment

So, this isn't what I wanted to put out. I got sick in the middle of the week, and looking at a screen has been difficult. I just happened to have this nearly finished, so I added a little bit more to it. It's part 2 of the Sana and Momo Kinkcember fic. That being said, it's pretty much just an update on what happened after P1 and smut, so it might be better to call it an epilogue. I'm starting to ramble anyway. I hope you enjoy it.

Length 2.1K

Sana X Momo X M reader

Once your relationship with your foster sisters had come to light, life became awkward in your home. The three of you would have constant sex when your parents were out; it didn’t matter where in the house it would happen; in the kitchen, bathroom, living room, everywhere was fair game. Your foster parents had had enough after a time. The smell bothered them more than anything. Considering there was no blood relation between any of you, they were okay with you being together; they just wanted you all to move out.

Together, the three of you were able to afford a decent place, renting a nice-sized apartment that quickly became your home. With the constant urge to play with each other, it was only a matter of time before Sana and Momo got pregnant. They were as happy as could be when they found out, and they wouldn’t allow their pregnancy to stop their daily activities. 

While Sana went out to get some shopping done, you were with Momo, your hands digging into her shoulders as you massaged them. Momo groaned as your hands unknotted the tension, feeling your breath against her back move her to push for more. You hadn’t had sex yet, having agreed to wait for Sana to come back. Momo figured she might be able to convince you. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at you, “I need you to get a spot, but let me take this off.” She said, making you pause. Momo lifted her shirt over her head, tossing it on the bed. The shirt was Momo’s only clothes, leaving her naked; considering how far along she was, she didn’t wear her bras anymore, and with the constant sex you all had, she had given up on panties long ago. Momo smirked as you asked her where she wanted you to focus. She reached back and grabbed your hands, “Right here,” Momo said, placing your hands on her engorged tits. You move closer to Momo, looking over her shoulder. Her breasts were weightier; her nipples had turned a darker color as well. The sight of her bare breasts turned you on, and Momo could feel your hardening cock against her ass.

“Oh, it feels like you need to get some tension out, too,” Momo said with a smirk. She has you squeeze her tits once before turning around. “Lay down for me, baby, and take those clothes off. Mommy is going to make you feel good.” You had to admit Momo taking charge aroused you more than anything, so you did as you were told. Once your clothes were off, Momo patted her lap, “Lay down here.” You rested against Momo, letting her adjust your position at will. In the end, she had her hand wrapped around your cock as she offered you one of her tits. You couldn’t resist; the large mounds were hypnotizing. You leaned in, running your tongue along her areola before taking it into your mouth. Momo’s hand began to move along your length slowly. You were growing harder, and Momo noticed, smiling as your precum began to cover her hand. “Oh, you’re so hard already. Does Mommy’s hand feel that good?” You nod, continuing to suck on her tit. “Are you going to cum soon?” She asked, speeding up slightly. In her pregnancy Momo had little patience, often wanting to drain you of all your cum as quickly as she could.

“Cum for Mommy,” Momo whispered into your ear with a smirk, her grip becoming oh so slightly stronger. You groan as she moves her hand along your shaft, her delicate fingers massaging the head as she moves to the tip. You can barely focus on her tits, Momo’s hand never stopped moving. Your groans only get louder, even as you suck on her tits. Momo’s breathy moans grow longer as she pumps your cock, feeling it begin to throb in her hand. “You can cum whenever you like. Mommy knows you have a lot more for her.” Momo cranes her neck, reveling in the pleasure as you flick her sensitive nipple with your tongue. “Mmm, keep going, baby; maybe you’ll get some milk.” Momo moans. You reach up and gently squeeze her breast, drawing milk from her nipple. “Ah! Don’t steal it all.” Momo’s breathing gets heavier as her milk fills your mouth. You feel her hand on the back of your head, keeping you against her chest as the hand on your cock begins to speed up.

You were getting close to cumming, and wanting to last a little longer, you tense your body. As you do, though, you accidentally bite down on Momo’s nipple. She yelps and squeezes down on the tip of your cock, making you cum. Your semen sprays onto her hand, coating it in the sticky substance. You quickly release your bite and pull away, apologizing as Momo continues to stroke your cock. “You can’t be so rough,” Momo says softly, bringing her hand to her lips. She drags her tongue along her hand, happily swallowing your cum.

She lays back on the bed, spreading her legs for you, her bulging belly more noticeable now as you take in her body. Momo notices your stares and places her hand on her belly. “This is yours, I’m yours.” She says with a smile. Momo moves her right hand down to her wet lips, spreading them apart slowly.  You gulp, your breath catching in your throat as you stare at Momo’s body. Grabbing your cock, you inch closer to Momo, your foster sister, your lover, the mother to your soon-to-be child. You rub yourself against her entrance, both of you cooing from the jolt of pleasure. 

Just as you’re about to push inside, the bedroom door opens. “Yah! You said you would wait!” You turn around and see Sana, her cheeks puffed out. “Don’t move! I get to go first!” The flustered woman rushes to take off her dress, slipping the straps off her shoulder and pulling it over her belly until it falls onto the floor. Sana waddles over to the bed, climbing onto it and putting herself beside Momo. The younger woman pouts, her brows furrowed as she looks at the shameless older sister. “You said you wouldn’t start without me.”

“It’s not my fault. He was giving me a massage, and I thought he needed some relief, too.” Momo retorted, a smirk on her face, and a feeling of smugness came over her. She turns to you, “You wanted me to help you, right?” Momo was trying to pin all this on you. You can’t help but appreciate the ridiculousness of her claim, especially when you both knew Sana would side with whatever you said.

Sana turns to you, expecting to hear an honest answer. “Momo seduced me. She started moaning when I was massaging her shoulders.” You tell the younger woman. Momo sticks her tongue out at Sana, who returns it with an angry pout. 

“You guys didn’t wait, so it’s only fair that I get to go first.” Sana says before reaching out for you, “Come on, let’s go,” Sana says, playfully kicking her feet. You move over to her and rub your cock against her slit for a brief moment before pushing into her cunt, her plump lips spreading as you push inside of her. Sana shuts her eyes and moans softly as you fill her; even though sex was a daily tradition at this point, she missed having your cock inside her. She runs her hands down your arms and intertwines her hand with yours, smiling at you as you begin to thrust into her. Momo pouts and gently turns onto her side, reaching over and squeezing one of Sana’s engorged breasts, letting some milk leak from her nipple. 

“Mm, you’re both so mean for leaving me out.” Momo whines, unbothered by the situation, just wanting to remind you both she is still there. The older woman turns Sana’s head and kisses her, continuing to squeeze her foster sister’s tits and adding to the pleasure she was feeling. Sana’s whines were muffled because of the kiss. Momo had teased Sana’s tongue, coaxing the younger woman to poke it out before she began sucking on it. Sana could only moan as you thrust into her cunt; she was being pushed to the edge as you both played with her body. You added to the pleasure, sneaking one of your hands away from Sana’s and using it to brush at her clit. 

“N-no, I don’t want to cum yet,” Sana mumbled with a grimace as she felt the waves of pleasure coming over her faster and faster. Her walls began to tighten around your cock, and her body tensed before she exploded, her cream covering your cock as she came. Sana cried out as you kept thrusting, pushing yourself to the edge.

“Sana, I’m cumming, “ you grunted.

Sana quickly pulled you in, holding you tightly against her chest. “Inside! Cum inside me!” Sana shouts, wrapping her legs around you in an attempt to keep you inside. It made you smile to see her so desperate for it, you were always planning on giving Sana a creampie, and this just made you want to do it more. You bury yourself inside Sana, pumping her full of your semen. Sana breath hitches as she feels your hot cum flow inside her. She smiles, and her body relaxes around you. Momo smiles and pinches the tired woman’s nipple before stealing a kiss from her. 

“Did it feel good?” It was a rhetorical question, but Sana answered anyway.

“As good as always.”

Momo wrinkles her nose before laying back and beckoning you to her. “Now it’s my turn.” The elder sister spread her lips much like before. You rub your cum-covered cock against her entrance, making her giggle. “You’re going to leave me all dirty.”

You lean over the pregnant woman, “You’re always dirty when we’re done.” You whisper into her ear. Momo laughs as you slide your dirty cock inside her, moaning as your thrusts begin. You watch as her tits bounce along with your thrusts. They had only grown bigger since she had gotten pregnant. The same could be said for Sana, but Momo’s breasts often stole the limelight. You held onto Momo’s waist as you thrust, moaning as her tight walls clung to you. 

Despite being tired, Sana still had enough energy to return the favor Momo had given her. She turned on her side and latched onto one of Momo’s breasts, suckling on it as fucked the older woman. “Ah, wait! That’s-” Momo bit her lip, her hums filling the room. You leaned down and latched onto her other breast. Together, you and Sana drank from Momo’s breasts, drinking her sweet milk. “That’s too much.” Momo groaned. Sana smiled, knowing that Momo was already on the verge of cumming because of her whines. She pulled away from her sister’s tit and kissed her, giving Momo a taste of her own milk.  While Sana was doing that, you made sure Momo’s breasts were being pleasured, pulling and pinching the engorged nub. Momo began to writhe, the pleasure overwhelming her.  

“Are you going to cum already?” You ask her, continuing to thrust into her wet cunt. 

Momo nods, weakly saying, “I’m gonna cum. Mommy’s going to cum.”

“Oh, you’re calling yourself mommy? I should do that, too!” Sana adds, smiling as she sees the grimace on Momo’s face. The older woman had prided herself on lasting a long time in bed, but since her pregnancy, she’s been cumming just as quickly as the rest of you. You grabbed Momo’s arms, crossing them under her breasts and holding onto them as you sped up your thrusts. Her tits bounced wildly as you rammed your cock inside her, Momo bit her lip as she tried to hold herself together, but it was futile. 

She cried out as she came, and you followed soon after, your cum pouring into Momo’s cunt. You pull out of Momo and lay on one side of her while Sana lies on the other, using her tiny fingers to pull on Momo’s hard nipple before moving her hand down to Momo’s belly. The older woman does the same, touching Sana’s stomach. “Don’t you think it’s great how big our family is going to get soon?” The cheer in her voice was enough to drag Momo into the conversation despite how tired she was. 

“It’ll be so big. Our little brother is going to keep putting his babies into us. Isn’t that right? Daddy?” Momo says, her voice going into a low, sultry tone as she refers to you as Daddy. 

“Of course, how could I not? Especially when we do it every day.” You say a bit of sarcasm in your voice at the end. Sana laughs, and Momo smiles at you, knowing that for all three of you, it was hard to resist the temptation.

[the-offside-rule]

Lando Norris (McLaren) - Sports Car

The sequel to Two Hands

Two Hands Part I, Part II

Y/n sat in the dimly lit studio, headphones snug over her ears, as the beat played for what felt like the hundredth time. She leaned back in her chair, mouthing along to the lyrics she'd scribbled down a few hours earlier, occasionally tweaking a word or two in her notebook. The explicit undertones of the song didn’t faze her; it was raw, honest, and unapologetic, just like she wanted it to be. She hit replay again and again, trying to perfect every detail.

The door to the studio creaked open, and Y/n barely looked up as her best friend, Tate, strolled in holding two iced coffees. "Still working on that song, huh?" Tate teased, plopping down on the couch and pulling her phone out. "Yup." Y/n replied without missing a beat, scribbling something down and playing the demo back for the umpteenth time.

Tate listened in silence for a moment, her thumbs flying across her phone screen. But the more she absorbed the lyrics, the more her jaw slowly dropped. By the time Y/n got to the second chorus, Tate was staring at her like she’d grown another head.

"Are we gonna just ignore the elephant in the room right now?" Tate finally said, setting her phone down. Y/n arched a brow, leaning back in her chair. "What?" Y/n asked. "What?" Tate echoed in the same tone, letting out a disbelieving laugh. "This song! Who is this about, and why are you suddenly… so worked up?" Y/n rolled her eyes, spinning her chair lazily to face her friend. "It’s nothing. Just… a song."

Tate snorted, crossing her arms. "Right. A song that happens to be very… explicit about what you want to do to someone. Come on, Y/n. We both know it's about Papaya." Y/n rolled her eyes at the code name they gave Lando. It wasn't practical or secretive in any way possible. It was so dumb. And yet, the mention of his code name, Y/n’s cheeks warmed, but she shrugged it off. "It’s not about anyone in particular. It's...I don't know. It's just setting the tone for the album, I guess." She said, avoiding Tate’s knowing gaze. "Besides, it’s not like I’m going to see him anytime soon. We only ever run into each other at races."

Tate narrowed her eyes, sliding the iced coffee across the table to her. "Uh-huh. Sure. But, girl, you need to stop lying to yourself. If this song is even half as honest as your feelings, you’re clearly still thinking about him. Just tell him what you want, he’s not a mind reader." Y/n sighed, taking a long sip of her drink. "I’m not telling him anything, Tate. It’s never going to go anywhere. We’re both too busy, and I’m not about to complicate things."

Tate groaned, throwing her head back. "Fine, fine. But let me see what you’ve got so far." She grabbed the notebook from the desk before Y/n could protest. Her eyes widened as she read the first line aloud. "Hey, cute jeans, take mine off me?" She burst out laughing, nearly dropping the notebook. "Are you kidding me?" Y/n shrugged, smirking. "You told me to be honest, so… that’s the energy I’m bringing to this song."

Tate kept flipping through the pages, her laughter growing louder. "Pretty blue streetlights and my hazel eyes, and if it feels right, we could go again like 3 or 4 more times? Y/n, who are you?" Y/n winked, leaning back in her chair. "My favourite part is the next bit. "On the corner of my bed, or maybe on the beach, you could do it on your own, while you're looking at- oh my god!" Tate squealed, chuking the notebook onto the table. "Think he’ll pick up on the hints?" Tate stared at her, utterly dumbfounded, before bursting into another fit of laughter. "This is not a hint, this is an open invitation. But honestly? If this doesn’t get his attention, nothing will."

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Max Fewtrell’s stream was buzzing with activity. Thousands of viewers flooded the chat, firing off questions for him and his guest, none other than Lando Norris. The two were sitting in Max’s gaming setup, laughing about something dumb when a specific question caught Max’s eye. "Oi, Lando." Max said, grinning mischievously as he leaned closer to his monitor. "Chat wants to know what you think about Tate and Y/n’s new song."

Lando blinked, tilting his head in confusion. "They has a new song?" Max turned to him, his brows shooting up. "Mate, where have you been? It’s everywhere. There’s a music video too." Lando leaned back in his chair, his interest piqued. "Oh, I didn’t know. I mean, I like their stuff so… yeah, put it on I guess." He said ruffling his curls. "Alright, chat." Max said, smirking as he pulled up the song. "Let’s see what all the hype is about."

The track began, the sultry beat filling the room. On the screen, the music video played, showing Y/n moving effortlessly to the rhythm. Lando’s eyes were glued to the screen, his focus narrowing in on every word she sang and every move she made. "Hey, cute jeans, take mine off me." Y/n’s voice purred, her tone teasing yet commanding. Max burst out laughing, glancing at Lando. "This is… uh, quite forward, huh?" Lando, however, was silent, his gaze locked on the screen.

In the alley in the back

In the centre of this room,

With the windows rolled down,

Boy, don't make me choose

As the video continued, the lyrics grew bolder, the visuals more suggestive, and Lando couldn’t help the slight flush that crept up his neck.

Pretty blue streetlights and my hazel eyes,

And if it feels right, we could go again like 3 or 4 times.

Max snorted, trying to hold back his laughter. "Well, I mean, they know what they want." Lando let's out a soft chuckle at his remark.

On the corner of my bed,

Oh and maybe on the beach,

You can do it on your own,

While you're looking at me

Lando finally tore his gaze from the screen, a small, almost shy smile on his face. "Its a good song, actually." He smiles as the music seems to fade away for the time being. "You’ve met that one, right?" Max asked casually, still watching the video. Lando nodded. "Yeah, briefly. In Vegas."

"Vegas, huh? Sounds like a story there." Max wiggled his eyebrows knowing exactly what happened, but Lando just laughed it off, shaking his head. "Nah, nothing like that. She’s cool, though."

Unbeknownst to the two of them, Y/n and Tate were watching the stream from her apartment, Tate’s laptop propped up on the coffee table. At first, they’d been laughing at Max’s antics, but as Lando’s voice filled the room, the mood shifted. Tate frowned, glancing at Y/n. "Briefly? That’s all he’s going to say? What about everything else? The flirting, the sneaking ro his hotel room, the…" Y/n waved her off, her expression unreadable. "Doesn’t matter."

"It does, though." Tate pressed. "You’ve got to say something. You can’t just let this keep happening." Y/n sighed, running a hand through her hair. "You’re right. It’s time I did something about this." Tate’s eyes widened, a mix of excitement and disbelief on her face. "Wait, are you saying you’re finally going to tell him how you feel?" Y/n scoffed, looking almost repulsed by the idea. "God, no." Tate frowned. "Then what are you going to do?"

Y/n’s lips curled into a sly smile, a spark of mischief lighting up her eyes. "I have a better idea."

[knavesflames]

High sex with Arlecchino

(Poll result again lol)

Hello………. I have nothing to say this time. Enjoy mwah

Word count: 629

Contents: weed, strap, it’s cute but you’re both high

Nsft utc!

All that can be heard above the sound of the rain was heavy breaths and soft sounds of pleasure. You sat atop Arlecchino’s lap, her hands on your hips guiding you up and down over her strap that she swore she could feel as if it were a part of her own body.

“Come here,” she says, taking another hit of the cart beside them on the nightstand. She gently grabs your jaw and pulls your face towards her, softly exhaling the vapor into your mouth. She can feel her eyes getting redder, and see yours grow to be the same color. “You feeling it hit, pretty girl?” She asks, pressing your body flush against hers and looking up at you like she was all that was holy to her. All she got in reply was a soft “Mhm,” before your hips began moving up and down, greedily seeking pleasure, chasing it, even. It drove Arlecchino insane, made her want to give more and more. Her hips thrusted up slightly to meet yours as you grinded down onto her cock. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she leaned back onto the wall behind them, moaning out a soft call of your name.

“Feels good, Peruere,” you murmur in her ear, using your nails to gently scratch at her scalp. Your whines drive her crazy, making her groan every time your dripping cunt enveloped her cock.

“Keep going, pretty girl, please,” she practically whines, surrendering to the high that was washing over her, her body practically buzzing from the drug coursing through her veins. Your moans make her throb, almost threaten to make her cum right there. Your nails gently scratch down her back, leaving faint red marks in their wake, and they make Arlecchino whine into your neck, thrusting up into you again and again, desperate to chase the pleasure she so badly craves. It’s pathetic, really, in the way that a dog looks up to its master with those pleading eyes.

“You’re so pathetic for me,” Arlecchino mumbles, watching you get closer to your orgasm with each little moan and whimper that escapes from your lips getting ever the more desperate.

“I need you so bad,” you whimper, hiding your face in her neck and clinging to her so tightly as your body continues to buzz and burn under her touch. Arlecchino swears she can cum just like this, that she doesn’t want it to end. You just feel too goddamn good around her to ever possibly stop.

“Mm, I know,” you murmur to her, leaning down to leave a bite mark on her neck. Oh, that drives her insane, making her thrust up inside you even harder, losing all sense of restraint.

“Please let me cum inside you,” she begs, whimpering at each movement over the toy as if it is a part of her, “Please.”

“Cum inside me,” you whisper, lightly tugging at the back of her hair until she moans pathetically, hips stuttering as they try to keep thrusting into you. It ends up pushing her over the edge as well, whimpering a string of curses in foreign languages, mixed with praises of your name. By the end of it all, the sound of rain overtakes you both, with you lying against Arlecchino’s chest, listening to her heartbeat. You spend a while like this, just lying in each other’s embrace, like time stopped just for them.

After a bit, you feel Arlecchino’s hand slide up to your chest as she leans up to kiss you, then kiss your neck again. You feels a hand touch your arm as you look down at her with a stupid grin on your face.

“Now what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m not done with you yet.”

[jackiepackiee]

Telemachus x Apollo Blessed! Reader

Chapter Four

Masterlist

Prince Telemachus who is favored by Athena with a reader who's favored by Apollo. Both under the guidance of the god and goddess of wisdom and knowledge respectively. One a fierce warrior and the other a lovely musician. Yet complete opposites of their role when it comes to a peaceful artist and intimidating opponent.

Previously…

“Fine, I’ll go back.” Agreeing, a breath left your lips as you finally relaxed your decision.

…

“And~ maybe become his princess.”

“Apollo!”

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Staring out his window at the moonlight drifting on the ocean, Telemachus let his head fall against his forearm. Running his fingers through his hair with his free arm he tugged out the royal gold accessories it held, tossing it over to his bed.

Unable to handle the warmth that lived in his cheeks, like some kind of parasite that refused to fade from his face.

“Troubled?” A rich voice spoke from the wall of his room. Familiar in sound, with a tone of slight interest.

“Athena!” He yelped, head shooting out of his arm and up to the source of the sound. Moonlight allowing his cool eyes to scan the room for the woman.

“You can’t just sneak into my room.” Even at his protest, she just stood still when his eyes found her against the back wall of his room.

Calmly, she spoke with a simple expression. “I’ve been here the whole time.”

“Whole time?!?” His voice let out a bit louder than he intended, eyes widening at her admission. He quickly became quieter, shoulders shrinking into his chest. “…How long is the whole time?”

She responded matter of fact, looking him up and down in his vulnerable position. “Since you saw that musician girl.”

Once he heard her admission he looked away, down to his desk that held practice swords and notes of monsters from myths and legends.

“I know nothing about music.” He admitted, gesturing to his display of things that had nothing to do with art.

Athena hummed, not sparing a glance to his collection of weaponry. “That isn’t the reason you are troubled.”

Knowing he couldn’t lie to the literal goddess of wisdom, his head dropped and his gaze fell to his feet.

“Telemachus, you cannot let yourself be weakened because of a girl’s appearance. Bravery in showing up to your lesson shouldn’t be altered by that.” It wasn’t likely that Athena could understand, as a goddess that was known for an absolute lack of romance.

“It’s not just about looks!” He protested, crossing his arms. “Yeah… well she is pretty. But!” He paused, stopping before his voice got too defensive.

She looked unimpressed, waiting for his continuation as he tried to regain his composure.

“The way she was talking to the maids. How polite and kind she was.” As he recounted the earlier memories of that day, he sat on his bed, eyes looking out to the untamed ocean once more.

“She wasn’t boasting about her talent, or speaking to me like I’m some scary royal who demands everything.” As he went on, his hands began to fiddle with his arm brackets. Unable to sit still as he ranted.

“Oh! And that song I heard her play while she was waiting. It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.” Before he could continue, he tore his eyes from the water and looked at Athena. She was standing still, hands on her hips with eyes that held an expression he wasn’t familiar with.

If only he knew how much he sounded like his father, Odysseus, when he first heard of Penelope…

Telemachus quieted down, slowly leaning to lay his back on his bed. Pulling one of his pillows to his face.

“I’ll go.” He mumbled into the cloth, almost frustrated at how worked up he was over one meeting.

“Good.” Athena said, not able to shake the weird feeling of nostalgia out of her head, before turning into her owl form and leaving for the night.

Telemachus, left alone with his thoughts on how to prepare to talk to this girl he barely knew.

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You stood in front of the mountain side entrance of the palace, stone walls towering over you and your lyre.

Apollo wasn’t around, which was strange considering his usual teasing. Especially when you’re about to spend an hour with the cute prince boy of Ithaca.

‘Not cute. Just a prince.’ You reminded yourself, shaking your head before one of the maids came from around the garden section and greeted you.

“Right this way, my lady.” She smiled at you, waving her hand to the door before opening it and leading you into the hall.

Following behind her through the unfamiliar halls, you kept your gaze flickering around the walls to take in all you could.

It was quiet in this section, as the maid had mentioned in passing conversation. Apparently it was the most peaceful part of the place since only the royals and very special guests were allowed here.

It looked new, yet somehow untouched. Like it wasn’t truly lived in, just passed by.

When you made it to the room you had agreed to teach the prince in, that you had been in days before, it was empty.

Right after you, the queen, Penelope, entered the room.

“Is Telemachus here?” She asked the maid who guided you, frowning when she shook her head.

Her brows furrowed in thought, turning to face the door.

“I wouldn’t mind waiting.” You said, smiling politely at her in your offer. As quickly as you spoke she shook her head. She seemed calmed, not upset at her son, but rather frustrated at having to make a guest wait.

“No, my dear. We will find him.” It was an indirect order, and the maids with her and you left the room to search.

“You may do as you please, apologies.” She spoke to you, bowing her head before she left. Leaving you to your own devices.

So, with nothing but time and curiosity you walked out of the room and down the hall. Passing by maids checking the other rooms and windows giving you a view of the city.

Before you could get too distracted by the beautiful landscape, a noise caught your attention.

A soft clang of metal.

You had heard rumors of who stayed in the palace, but it was unlikely those spoken of “suitors” would be in the most private part of the palace.

Fearlessly, you turned the hall to the open landing off the balcony. Just to see the prince himself with a sword in hand panting softly while a rather roughed up looking training post stood in front of him.

He didn’t notice you, taking a break to cool off before he started to swing his sword again.

Before his arms could take part in their rotation to attack the post, he froze in place.

It was the same song he had heard yesterday, that same beautiful melody. And you sat on the balcony, strumming your lyre and staring at the sky as if you didn’t notice his presence.

Before he could call out to you, you looked down at him with a soft smile.

“Oh no, please don’t let me disturb you!” You called, waving your hand before returning to your song. Plucking the instrument with ease.

He was just staring up at you for a good ten seconds, letting his sword reside back in its sheath. “You’re very high up, my lady!” He choked out, finally, shaking his head to gain composure once more.

“Am I?” You questioned, mindlessly playing the lyre. “Maybe you’re just very down low.” Teasing, you went back to creating your music.

He bit his tongue, unable to create any kind of response to your joke. His only reaction was a slight flush to his cheeks.

“What song is that?” He asked, trying to steer the conversation away from his reddening face.

You shrugged, looking down at the golden instrument that your hands held at your stomach. “I’m not sure, but we can learn it in your lesson if you’d like. You can even help me name it.” Your voice was light and teasing, but he instantly tensed up.

“The lesson! Oh, where has the time gone?” He looked at his training post before walking over to the wall below the side you were on.

“It’s not an issue, my prince. It’s only a few minutes-“ Stopping, you couldn’t seem to speak.

He began to climb the vines on the stone wall that acted as a ladder to the balcony, a rather dangerous climb in the eyes of anyone not physically capable.

“What are you doing?!” You yelled, eyes widening as he continued his assent.

“You said you’re here to teach me, and this is the fastest way.” Speaking, he didn’t lose a single beat during his climb. “It’s not polite to make a lady wait.” He spoke matter-of-fact-ly, before eventually making it to your side.

He made his way onto the balcony next to you, smiling at you kindly.

“Are you crazy?” Pointing at him, and looking down at the place he just climbed, you couldn’t help but ask.

Looking embarrassed, he shrugged and his shoulders turned inwards a little.

Until you laughed. First, a small huff before a full giggle at his antics. Shocked and amused by his actions, you laughed.

And he thought it was the best sound ever, even better than the music from your lyre.

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[skzenhatxt-stan]

“𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧’ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭” 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐚𝐲

warnings - fingering (F receiving), SoftDom!Jay X CuteFem!Reader, A bit of angst, Pet names (Seongie, Baby, Pretty, etc.), Sweet.

note - MDNI (Minors Do Not Interact)/(Interact At Your Own Risk)

description - You had a bad day at collage and Jay helped you.

word count - 896 words

After a long day at collage, all you want is to sit on your boyfriend, Jay's lap as you cutely rant about your day and how bad your collage and its students are, while burying your head on the crook of his neck. Crying.

“Shh princess, I know I know, don't cry pretty” trying to console your sobbing figure he caressed your sides.

“I-I hate it in there, Missed you s-so much S-Seongie” stuttering, somehow you managed to convey your heartful message to your boyfriend who was just melting into a puddle just because of your sweetness.

“I missed you too love, stop crying for Seongie?” He asked you softly knowing that handling your emotional distress is way harder with tough words.

Clutching into his leather jacket, you nodded trying go wipe your tears with the back of your hands which Jay stopped you from. Instead he wiped your remaining tears with his thumb and gave you a sweet gentle kiss on your lips.

You didn't knew how the sweet gentle kisses turned into a hungry and lustful makeout session making you bury your fingers in his soft hairs as he planted hard intense kisses on your neck.

Moaning his name in your sweet vulnerable voice, Jay only wanted one thing and that was to hear these sweet voices till his death.

“S-Seongie mhmm s-so good” you moaned as he continued abusing your skin.

He removed the pretty pink dress of yours just to get to know, you had nothing underneath it. No bra, no panties.

Such a sight to see it was, a beautiful canvas, only for him to paint on.

Your and Jay's relationship was always sweet, cute and innocent at least it's what you always thought. But for Jay, he had lost the count on how many times he had to jerk himself off just by a simple and innocent gesture of yours like kissing his neck and jaw.

Who knows that he might have came just by a simple cute smile of yours, but it is out of the context. (I might've slipped)

For now, seeing you naked infront of his eye, on his lap was a bliss for him, a painful bliss.

He could feel his boner, as hard as rock and he knows... You could feel it too.

He swore to god that he was so shocked at the sight of you cupping his massive hard clothed bulge into your delicate soft hands and squeezing it experimentally with innocence and carefulness in your eyes, making him groan at the soft touch.

“Seongie... You should've told me. I would've helped you” you said softly but for Jay, it felt like you've said the only cure to his life.

“You'd help me pretty? ” he asked cupping your jaw.

“I would Seongie” you said with an alomost unsaid determination in your voice.

Scooting a bit more farther to him, you bend down to examine his hard bulge. You tugged down his sweatpants and boxer at the same time to reveal his angry red tip and massive cock, only for for your eyes to please.

You gasped at the size of it, wondering was it even possible to have such a beautiful big cock. Only god knows.

You bent down just enough so you could take in his cock in your mouth. Boobs dangling, titts perking.

Jay swore he could've taken you in at that point but he controlled himself and removed your hands from his hardened bulge.

“Princess, today it's all about you, for you” He said and spread her legs.

Your plush thighs, softly tingling under his touch now was spread apart, only for his eyes to get the pleasure from.

You gasped at the feeling of his cold fingers spreading the folds of your most intimate part. Clutching onto his shoulder, you softly moaned.

He softly rubbed your clit, making you gasp and moan at the sensitive of yourself.

The soft rubs turned more harsh as the soft kisses turned into bites, you moaned like you were his.

Clutching his soft hair as he put a single thick hot finger of his inside your dripping core, you swore you felt like on cloud 9 as he thrusted in and out of your pussy in an almost practiced motion.

You were trembling underneath him as you felt a coil being built up in your stomach as if it will rip you apart.

Moaning as tears left your eyes at the pleasurable yet unfamiliar feeling, Jay whispered sweet praises and nothings in your ear.

As the knot snapped inside you, you came gushing on his fingers as he helped you ride your high.

He pulled out his fingers form your cunt and slurped all your juices.

“How Fuckin’ Sweet” he said kissing your lips gently knowing that right now you're very tired.

As you lay on his chest naked, he could hear your soft breathing. You were asleep.

Jay layed your sleeping figure down softly as he brought a soft wash cloth and cleaned your lower region with warm water delicately.

The sight of you like this still had him so hard that he needed to go to the washroom again and jerk himself.

He washed himself afterwards and layed beside you. You both were naked in each other's arms.

He wrapped you in his embrace and whispered

“I Love You, My Baby”

[revelboo]

MY BELOVED SCAVENGERS!!!!!!! RRAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Best dysfunctional found family

Lifeless Ordinary Pt 18

Scavengers x Reader

• “You know we can’t just hide in here forever, right?” You ask, cheek on an arm as you sprawl on your belly, Spin’s head resting against the small of your back. So far, no one’s been brave enough to come in and check on the two of you again. Though you had heard what sounded like a muffled fight and Fulcrum yelling from the other side of the door not that long ago. Figure it was most likely Misfire and Crankcase trying to throw him into Medbay under the premise of checking on you again.

• Venting against you, he keeps an optic on the closed door. “Can,” he mutters, feeling you laugh, a soft hand reaching back to fumble until you find his cheek. Knows sooner or later he’ll need energon and you’ll need food. But right now? He doesn’t want to share you with the others. Hadn’t he found you? And he’s more relaxed right now than he’s been in, well, longer than he can remember.

• “Cut it out,” Krok says when Crankcase and Misfire try to drag Fulcrum back to Medbay again. It’s not even concern for you anymore so much as hazing the newest Scavenger. And while he’s sure Spinister will listen if you tell him to stop because the big mech does whatever the Pit he wants, but does seem to listen to you at least. “Why don’t you go check on them if you’re concerned?” He growls at Misfire. “Tiny probably needs some water and take some energon, not Engex, to Spinister.”

• “Aw, you do care.” Grinning as Krok frowns at him, Misfire leans his arms on his console, wings flaring. “Bet you’re wishing it was you in there, not Spin.” Knows he is. As much as he loves teasing you, you’ve started playing a starring role in his daydreams. And Spin’s just keeping you to himself when they could share. Maybe his big, buddy just needs a little nudge?

• When Misfire just grins, Krok has the unsettling feeling that he just unleashed a hungry sharkticon on you. Optics narrowing as he watches Misfire fetch you one of those tiny, ridiculously expensive bottles of water and an energon cube for Spinister. Can’t deny a curiosity about you, about that. But if you’d chosen Spinister, he’s not about to cause waves. Not like he doesn’t realize he’s the oldest mech among them, that you likely never would look at him as a desirable mech when there’s younger, eager mechs vying for your attention. “Behave,” he warns Misfire, knowing the Seeker won’t listen.

• Looking up when the door opens again, you’re surprised that it’s Misfire, not Fulcrum. Maybe they’d gotten bored of tormenting the poor mech. Or maybe Misfire just wants to perv on you. And you know it’s the latter when he tips his head to stare at you. Feel Spin’s immediate growl falter some when he sees what’s in Misfire’s hands. Reminding you that they get along pretty well most of the time. Grinning at you as he sets the energon cube down along with the water, the cube so big Spin will need to mass shift back to drink, something you’re sure Misfire is aware of. “There’s nothing prettier than a well fragged human,” he says, tapping a servo on the Medbay table. “Except for maybe the sight of my spike sinking into that human.” Face heating, you frown up at him, because he really just doesn’t care one bit about what anyone else thinks.

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I stumbled on this in my recommendations on Amazon. It’s an August 2025 preorder, but I know the WFC Spinister by himself is over $100 now because he’s sold out, so if anyone was after a Spinister figure…

[wallflowergirl2006]

Hiii, I have a request (my first one on here tbh)

Fat reader x monster with lots of tension he can’t get enough of her

Kraken Monster x Chubby Reader 🦑

CW: Age Gap [Reader is in her late 20s while Sebastian is in his early 40s.], brief mentions of death [Not Reader].

🎐✩｡ It was a normal day honestly.. It was a hot day, a good day to be either chilling in a watery environment like a pool, or a lake. Heck, even the ocean was a good place to take a swim. You were feeling confident so you decided to wear a two piece tankini to show off your figure and assets. Your friends had to decide to go on a boating trip last minute. You happily accept the invite cause you felt like you were melting your ass off in your house.

🎐✩｡ You guys rented a small yacht for the day and headed out to sea. As you were boating around you and your friends looked around for any fishes or dolphins. You guys spotted a few fish but then everything was quiet. There weren’t any more fishes and the coral seemed duller than normal. Suddenly out of nowhere some tipped your boat over and you and your friends tumbled into the water.

🎐✩｡ Once your bodies hit the water you all noticed something in the water. It was too fast to distinguish what it was. You then felt a long thick tentacle wrap around you. It slowly started squeezing you. Your friends swam over to you and tried to free you but to no avail. More tentacles came and wrapped around your friends.

🎐✩｡ The tentacles squeezed your friends tightly before pulling them downwards into the depths. You however stayed near the surface of the water but you were slowly losing oxygen it became hard to keep your eyes open and your lungs burned. The last thing you saw was a flash of red.

🎐✩｡ You then woke up and gasped for air. You looked around and saw you were in a grotto of some sorts. You looked down and saw that your swimsuit was still intact which made you let out a sigh of relief. You were about to jump into the water but stopped when you saw a pair of sharp eyes staring at you. You squeaked in fear and sat down on the rock that you had been laying on.

🎐✩｡ You noticed the pair of eyes getting closer. Your heart started to race at the prospect of being eaten or killed by this creature. You close your eyes waiting for the pain but it never came. You opened your eyes and saw a man with red hair with a few gray streaks in it patting your head. “Stay..” His voice was slightly raspy probably from not using it. His lower half was submerged in the water. He was very handsome despite being probably so much older than you.

🎐��｡ He nuzzled his cheek against your chubbier one. His stubble tickled your skin, making you let out a small giggle. He lifted hand showing his webbed fingers and he put them up in a surrendering gesture. “Not gonna hurt ya.” He rasped out. “T-Thanks but what are you and what happened to my friends?” You questioned him. You noticed the way he stiffened when you mentioned your friends. “Friends.. gone.” He told you. It seemed like he didn’t know that much English.

🎐✩｡ He then pulled himself out of the water. His lower half was pure tentacles.. This shocked you no wonder he was in the water for so long. Sensing your shock and confusion he slowly explained what happened. Saying that his older brother took your friends to the bottom of the ocean where he resided but he managed to save you just before that could happen to you as well. You felt slightly suspicious but decided to push that feeling aside. I mean you were still alive so that’s something.

🎐✩｡ When you asked again what he was he hesitated for a few minutes before telling you that he was a kraken. You obviously panicked a little after hearing that which made him a bit nervous but he reassured you that he wasn’t going to hurt you. That kinda made you a little less anxious. You asked him what he wanted and he just responded that he wanted a friend because he was lonely and that he thought you were pretty.

🎐✩｡ You blinked in surprise but didn’t question it. If a handsome half kraken man thought you were pretty then so what at least he wasn’t trying to kill you.

🎐✩｡ After a few months you two became really good friends. You had learned that the Kraken’s name was Sebastian and that you both had a lot of common interests with each other and you taught him the English language so you two could communicate a bit better. He also brought you food when you were hungry and sometimes he’d bring you treasure that he found.

🎐✩｡ He knows he should’ve drowned you but every time he imagines pulling you down into the depth of the dark ocean. He can imagine the fear on your chubby little face and for some reason that makes his heart ache. Not to mention he’s so much older than you. You’re such a sweet little young thing. He’s glad that he met a sweet little thing.

🎐✩｡ He also couldn’t help the growing feelings that started to flourish whenever he was around you. He immediately feels guilty about it; he shouldn't be feeling this about you. Sure you were an adult but he convinced himself that you wouldn’t want to be with him but secretly you had been crushing on him as well. He made your heart flutter in ways you couldn’t explain. You two seemed oblivious to the mutual pinning.

🎐✩｡ But mating season was starting to rear its head. Maybe you could show him how much you want instead of telling him.

Part 2 Maybe..?

[If this is not to your liking I can rewrite this 🙏]

[wendichester]

hi! I was thinking if you could write something kinda angst??? where reader have been acting kinda strange and having those little moments where she looks sick, and then she tells dean she's pregnant ! how you think he is going to take it?

Or maybe secret baby ! dean and reader see eachother again after a little bit more than a yer and she's with a pretty baby that looks like him !

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ not ready yet,

summary. you've been keeping your pregnancy from dean and he doesn't take it well.

pairing. dean winchester x reader

wordcount. 681

notes. i do feel like his initial response would be flight--too scared that he'd turn out like john, that we'd mess you and the baby up. though he would eventually get his head straight and come running back, wanting to do this with you. thanks for the request, love! 🩷

Dean Winchester knows when something’s wrong.

You’ve been acting off for weeks now—ducking out of conversations, getting quiet when Sam asks how you’re doing, disappearing to the bathroom for longer than usual. And the worst part? You won’t tell him what’s going on. It’s eating him alive.

So, when you sit him down in the motel room with that look—wide-eyed and scared, your fingers twisted together like you’re holding yourself together—it feels like a punch in the gut before you’ve even said a word.

“Alright,” Dean says, leaning back against the dresser, arms crossed over his chest. His voice is calm, but there’s an edge to it, his jaw tight. “What’s going on? You’ve been weird for weeks.”

You flinch at his tone, but you don’t blame him. He’s been patient, and you’ve been distant. Still, his frustration only makes the knot in your stomach tighten.

“I need to tell you something,” you start, your voice shaky.

“Yeah, no kidding,” Dean snaps, and immediately regrets it when he sees the way your shoulders tense. He softens, exhaling through his nose. “Sorry. Just... talk to me, alright?”

You take a deep breath, trying to find the words, but they feel stuck. Heavy. Impossible.

“I’m pregnant.”

It comes out barely above a whisper, but it feels deafening in the silence that follows.

Dean blinks at you, his expression blank for a moment. And then he laughs—short, sharp, bitter. “That’s not funny.”

“It’s not a joke,” you say, your voice trembling. “I’m serious, Dean.”

He stares at you like you’ve just told him the world’s ending. “You’re serious,” he repeats, more to himself than to you. He rubs a hand down his face, pacing a few steps before stopping and turning back to you. “How the hell did this happen?”

You bristle at his tone. “You want me to explain the birds and the bees, Dean? Because I thought you had that part figured out.”

“Don’t,” he says sharply, his voice rising. “Don’t do that. Don’t make this a joke.”

“I’m not joking!” you snap back, standing up now, your hands clenched into fists at your sides. “Do you think I wanted this? Do you think I planned this? Because I didn’t. I didn’t ask for this, Dean.”

“And you think I did?” Dean fires back, his voice breaking. “We’re hunters, for God’s sake! We don’t get white picket fences and diaper changes. This isn’t our life!”

“I know that!” you shout, tears stinging your eyes. “But it’s happening, Dean. Whether you want it or not, it’s happening.”

The room falls into a tense, suffocating silence. Dean looks away, his hands on his hips, his head tilted back like he’s trying to find some kind of answer on the ceiling.

“I can’t do this,” he finally says, his voice barely audible.

The words hit you like a slap, and your breath catches in your throat. “What?”

“I can’t...” Dean shakes his head, his voice rough. “I’m not... I’m not built for this. I’ll screw it up. I’ll screw you up. I can’t—”

“Stop,” you cut him off, your voice breaking. “Just stop. If you don’t want to do this, fine. But don’t stand there and act like you’re protecting me by walking away. You’re just running, Dean. Like you always do.”

His head snaps back to you, hurt flashing in his eyes. “That’s not fair.”

“Neither is this,” you say, tears spilling over now. “But I don’t get to run. I don’t get to walk away from this. So, if you can’t handle it, just say that and go.”

Dean stares at you, his jaw working like he’s trying to say something, but nothing comes out. Finally, he shakes his head and storms out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him.

The silence he leaves behind feels heavier than any words he could’ve said.

You sink back onto the bed, your hands trembling as you press them to your stomach. You’re not sure if you’re more angry or heartbroken, but it doesn’t matter. All you know is that you’re doing this alone.

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[bienmoreau]

It might have been (hopefully was) just a very brief rogue comment by someone who doesn't like him and doesn't care abt the book/this story. (unfortunately I was seen a fair bit of that straight after publication last year) rather than more genuine criticism/blame but it sure stuck with me cause of how bs it was.

Apparently I wrote an essay?? Sorry abt that, you do not have to read it and this is moving away from my original post which was more intended to be abt the nuance of that one moment being foreshadowing of why it's a trigger for him.

I absolutely refuse to join in with discourse in this fandom. I am too exhausted by simply navigating this space these days already.

But as a response in a sensible conversation (which I feel like you'd be open to), I think it's worth noting that this moment happens before the beach revelation. And the moment with Jeremy is even earlier. And with Lisinski it's just a whole other situation. I don't believe Jean is touch adverse, or that the others are invading his boundaries all the time. I think he lashes out when he's surprised and is already in a state of internal reactive stress. With Jeremy it's because of him asking about learning french and Jean is thinking about the trouble it caused when Kevin asked. With Laila it's because he's just be told Grayson is in town and it was suggested he meet him. Importantly in both these situations the others don't know that what they've just said is triggering something internal for Jean.

But I think it's unfair to say they don't back down or learn from these. I think they do get better as they learn more of the things that are off limits and how to identify when it wouldn't be good to touch him. As well as plenty of times where they do touch him and he has absolutely no issue with it. (Also, but I think importantly, often when they physically intervene when it may not 'be fine' it's to stop him from unconsciously self harming.)

Also as much as they may talk about him the three of them (and especially extended to the rest of the floozies as we know they don't share his personal shit with the rest of them.) aren't a hive mind and they can each make the same/similar mistakes without meaning to or it being an intentional ignoring of a boundary they may not know yet.

I do think a big part of it is them learning a very different way of being with and supporting someone traumatised. We see how affectionate they are with each other and at least with Jeremy's background I would imagine it makes sense for him to seek out physical contact as comfort and the girls are also happy with that and don't think twice about it. So it makes sense to me that there's a steep learning curve for them. Laila isn't intentionally doing something wrong there. She's trying to tend to his wound. That's a caring gesture, it's just very badly timed and perhaps not as thought through as it could have been. But she isn't inside his head like we are so doesn't know where he's at mentally just then. I also think had it been, say, his arm instead of his neck, his reaction would likely have been different in that moment.

I also think it's important that he's not been put in bubble wrap. Of course I don't mean they should ignore his boundaries or expect unreasonable progress from him but if he doesn't get pulled out of his modus operandi and given some new expectations and experiences he's going to stay pacing the walls of his self sustained cell. It's a fine line and I won't pretend they don't cross it sometimes (or that I would expect them not to lbr. This is a random bunch of pretty privileged young adults in '07 California. Why would they be inherently good at dealing with all of his everything?) but I also think that it's important for those boundaries to be tested occasionally, and going both ways, so that he has the chance to learn that it's safe to test them too. Someone touching a wet cloth to his neck isn't a threat or attack. His instinct to lash out when stressed and triggered isn't going to cause him to be beaten. Moments like this while of course not ideal, and uncomfortable to read, are points in which he learns in real time that this place isn't the nest and what he's been conditioned intentionally and unintentionally by his time there does not serve him in the world outside that environment.

A huge part of healing is identifying the ways we survived that we cling to beyond their usefulness. Of seeing how sometimes the survivor in us is now doing more harm than good to our system and ability to move beyond our trauma in a healthy and functional way.

As much as I agree about him having the right to defend his boundaries I don't agree that violence is necessarily a proportionate response and that's also something he is learning by being with them. From the Jean I met in this book he doesn't like violence. He doesn't relish it or want to be subject to it or subject it on others but he is still learning how to not bite when he could just growl or when maybe he doesn't even need to do that and he would still be okay.

Back on my annotated reread of TSC and thinking abt how Jean's reaction to Laila when he hits her isn't just about being touched unexpectedly.

It's because it's his neck.

It is specifically because it's 'something warm and wet against his injured neck'.

It's because it's literally happening in the middle of a conversation in which Cat just suggested Jean meet in person with Grayson.

Like as much as people can be upset he hit her or didn't immediately apologise (also tho like. Did we read the same book? It literally has it right there that apologising is not how this kinda thing is handled in the nest. Why would Jean think to do that here??) can you really be surprised that those circumstances triggered his fight response? Like really?

[secretlyazombi3]

Nightmares... ⊹₊⟡⋆

RE4R leon x GN! Reader

๋࣭ ⭑⚝word count:  1.5k words ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ SFW, 2nd person,  gender neutral reader

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ summary: Leon’s no stranger to nightmares, but this time his nightmare involved you, and he needs your comfort.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ a/n: I’m so sorry for not posting for a month 😭 I genuinely have no ideas for what to write, pls send me requests yall. I just wrote this to get back into the flow of writing .

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It wasn’t unusual for Leon to fight sleep like it was his enemy. He remembered having nightmares as a kid, dreams about his parents' deaths plagued him, even when he was in college.

Raccoon City just seriously escalated things. His mind warped every memory of that damned night and looped it in his head like it was his brain’s favorite film. It was like Leon’s personal hell, and it often felt his brain was working against him. 

His nightmares slightly eased up since you moved in - he felt safer with you in bed next to him. The warmth of your body next to him made his muscles relax, cuddling with you felt therapeutic. 

But the nightmares didn’t stop. 

This night, Leon jerked awake from his nightmare, sitting up in bed. Sweat slicked his forehead, his hair was damp and sticking to his skin. 

He felt hot, but he didn’t want to throw the sheets off of himself and risk waking you. 

Leon leaned back against the headboard, placing a hand on his chest as he tried slowing his breathing. He could feel his heart racing even as he assured himself it was just another stupid nightmare. A cruel prank played on him by his brain.

Leon was looking around the room, mentally naming five things he could see to try and ease his mind. Focus on anything but the dream. Ground himself back in reality. 

As Leon felt around for 4 things he could touch, he finally noticed you had stirred awake from Leon jerking awake and breathing heavily.

 The moonlight peeked through the blinds, giving enough light in the room for you to be able to see Leon’s pretty face. You made eye contact with him for a second, sitting up as you looked at his face - he looked so distressed. “Did I wake you?” Leon asked quietly, his voice raspy from just waking up. He gently brushed some of your hair out of your face. Even when he needed comfort, more than anything, he stayed focused on you. 

“Yeah, but it’s fine.” you replied, noticing Leon’s breathing was still shaky and uneven. “Another nightmare..?” You asked. It wasn’t your first time being woken by Leon being jolted awake from a dream. 

Leon nodded slightly. His expression made him look like a lost puppy. 

You moved a bit closer to Leon before speaking again, “You wanna talk about it? You seem upset.” You asked as you tilted your head slightly. 

Leon glanced down at the bed before looking back at you. “Yeah.. I just,” Leon started, swallowing and taking a quick deep breath before continuing. “I just had another stupid nightmare… about Raccoon City.” Leon said quietly. He ran his fingers through his hair - the hair sticking to his skin was making him feel overwhelmed on top of being hot and trapped under blankets. 

“Yeah…? That must’ve been awful. I’m so sorry, Lee.” you replied quietly, watching his expression carefully. 

“It was a pretty typical nightmare. I was trapped in that city, being chased by that tyrant. I saw innocents die, watched parents kill their own children, saw the city go up in flames.” Leon said. He exhaled slowly. 

You nodded your head as you listened. “It’s okay…” you said, gently placing your hand on his back. “You’re safe here, okay?” you assured him. Leon looked at the bed, closing his eyes for a second and furrowing his brows as he thought about the dream. Images of dead bodies he had seen that night in Raccoon City flashed in his mind. 

“I… I mean, it- it was a bit different than my normal nightmares.” Leon admitted, opening his eyes and looking back at you. He studied your face for a second. 

“Yeah?” You replied, your hand stroking Leon’s back. 

“Yeah. This time, you… you were there. It’s stupid because I know you weren’t actually there that night, but I guess my brain just remixed my memories..? It felt so real in the moment, I didn’t even think about how little sense it made.” Leon said. 

Leon watched you tilt your head a bit as you listened to him describe his nightmare. He felt choked up seeing your face.

“You were there, in the middle of the mess. I… I was trying to help you, save you from that hell. But I couldn’t get to you in time, it-it was like I was running in slow motion, I guess is how I’d describe it.” Leon added. He sighed and shook his head. 

“It’s stupid,” he mumbled, looking away and towards the window. “I shouldn’t be getting upset over a damn dream.” “No, it’s not. It’s okay to be upset by a nightmare, it sounded awful. There’s nothing wrong with being upset about this. That’s just a normal response.” you assured him. 

He looked back at you. His lip trembled ever so slightly. His expression stayed about the same as it always was, no real emotion on his face. You knew he hated showing any emotion.

 He paused for a second before continuing. “I feel like I shouldn’t be this stressed over it, I’m a grown man, I’m not a child,” Leon said, his voice slightly cracking. He furrowed his brows as he looked at you. “Seeing your face now just makes me think of what you looked like in that dream. Screaming for me to help you. Getting brutalized by zombies…” Leon said, trailing off slightly. 

He turned his head ever so slightly and the moonlight showed he had watery eyes. Tears were forming in the corner of his eyes, but he didn’t want to cry in front of you. “I regret a lot about that night. I wish I could’ve saved more people. And all those innocent families that were in that city before it was blown to ash.” Leon said. “I-I know I can’t save everyone. Trying to save just one person will lead to the deaths of hundreds of others. But if I could try to save anyone, I’d want to save you.” Leon added, his voice beginning to tremble. You continued to stroke his back. He leaned into the touch, your presence was comforting and your touch could soothe him better than anything. 

“That dream reminded me that I’m a failure, I can’t save anyone, I want to protect you, but I don’t know if I’m strong enough to.” Leon’s voice trembled. He felt a tear finally escape his eyes as he blinked. 

“Lee..” You whispered as you noticed his tears. 

He quickly wiped his face, sniffling. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” he said. He hated this feeling of vulnerability, he hated feeling weak. “No, no, it’s okay.” You assured him. He avoided your gaze, feeling embarrassed that he let someone see him cry. How could he ever even try to protect you if he was crying over a dream? “Leon, look at me, please?” you whispered, you placed your hand on his cheek and forced him to look at you. 

Leon furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at you, clearly fighting back even more tears. “It’s okay to cry, you don’t have to apologize for that, baby. I’m not mad at you, or upset at you or anything at you for crying.” you reassured him. “It’s normal to cry. The shit you went through is so much more than anything most people go through.” your thumb rubbed against his cheek. “You’re very strong, you know?” 

Leon’s lip quivered and he shook his head. 

“You are strong.” You assured him. Leon felt more tears leak. “Stronger than anyone I know. I know you want to protect me and keep me safe, but you should know I want to keep you safe too.” 

Leon moved closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you. He didn’t want you to ever leave his sight. “I love you.” Leon mumbled into your neck. He inhaled your scent, which was calming. It helped him ground himself - you were here, alive, comforting him. Not being torn apart by zombies. 

“I love you too.” You whispered back, your fingers combing his hair as he held you closer. “I really don’t deserve you.” Leon added. He couldn’t believe you didn’t find it embarrassing or unattractive or unmanly for crying. He gripped you tightly. 

“Don’t say that.” You replied. “It’s true, you… you’re so understanding. Even though I’m being weak.” 

“It’s not true. I’m not too good for you because I’m doing what any partner would do and comfort you.” Leon didn’t say anything back. He stayed there for a moment, enjoying the warmth of your body and your fingers in his hair. 

Once he felt better, he laid back down in bed. He knew he’d have trouble falling back asleep, but at least he had you. You rested on top of him the rest of the night, Leon used you as a weighted blanket. 

Your ear was pressed against Leon’s chest, listening to his heartbeat as he stroked your back. You shut your eyes, feeling Leon’s hand slowly stop moving and feeling Leon’s chest slowly rise and fall as he fell back asleep. Once you were sure Leon was back to sleeping peacefully, you felt like you could fall back asleep. It hurts you to see Leon always put himself down for not being able to keep you safe. You wished he could realize how protected you felt falling asleep in his arms every night. 

[undercvrfan444]

Overstimulated. All day long you’d been working tirelessly against stupid low grade curses. Sure Gojo, Itadori, Megumi and Nobara had been by your side to alleviate the stress of fighting alone, but you were so sensitive to loud noises after being exposed all day.

Once you’d finally gotten back to your dorm it was impossible to stop you from locking yourself away.

A nice hot shower eased some of the tension between your shoulder blades, however even the running water was enough to keep you on edge. The loud tapping noise from droplets crashing into the tile below you sounded like nails on a chalk board.

Your curtains were drawn tight to close off any lingering sunlight as the ball of light settled below the skyline. Dusk turned to night while you lay limply on your bed; tucked into the soft and cool fabric.

A knock at the door startled you a bit due to not expecting anyone to come by. “Y/n?” The muffled voice mumble through the door.

Groggily rising from your sheets your socked feet padded over to the door. Cracking it ever so slightly to shield your eyes from the hall light. “Gojo-Sensai?” Rubbing your eyes softly you yawn. “Is something wrong?”

The tone in your voice betrayed your respectful intentions. A whine trickled through your words and it wasn’t difficult to understand your hesitant reaction.

“No nothing’s wrong. You look like hell though,” Gojo grinned while teasing. You shot him a weak glare and began to close your door when his hand reached out to hold it open.

“Oh come on kid. You wouldn’t really close the door on your sensei, would you?” A fake pout overtook the older man’s face while looking down at you.

“I would and definitely could right now! Is there a reason you’re here this late?” The soft gentle voice you normally spoke with was fleeting quickly. Gojo was taken aback by your tone and the way you bit at him. His hand flew to his heart mockingly.

“Oh come on! You don’t have to be so mean! I was just coming to check on you after today. You seemed tense, unusually so.” The intentions behind Gojo coming to check on you were pure in their entirety.

A small pang of guilt erupted in the back of your head but you pushed it aside for now. A sigh pulled from your lips and you let go of your door to allow the gap to widen.

Before speaking you step further into your room and motion for Gojo to come in. “I’m sorry sir, please forgive me. It’s just…” Your teeth grazed the soft skin of your bottom lip.

Unsure of how to tell Gojo of your current state without sounding silly. “There was a lot going on and I needed some alone time.” Gojo steps into your room and closes the door with a quiet click, enveloping you and him in the dark. The only light illuminating Gojo’s body was a small lamp on your bedside table. He looked softer here. The signature mischievous smile wiped from his face and instead replaced with a concerned expression. The crystal white color of his hair popped in the low light, highlighting how silky smooth it seemed. Every bone in your body screamed for you to reach out and sink your hands into it, but you knew it would be inappropriate.

“No apologies needed. We all worked hard today. I never thought Itadori would shut up about his arms hurting and wanting someone to massage them. Thankfully he passed out as soon as we got back!” A small snicker left Gojo and it warmed your heart to hear it.

He’d always been kind to you. More so than he was to the others so it was hard to ignore the silly feeling in your heart when he was near. How you’d look for him in crowds of people, laugh at his jokes no matter how dumb they were, or even just stand closer to him when he was beside you.

It would be ignorant to say he didn’t do the same! Sure Gojo loved to tease his students, but when he teased you he was relentless. His words seemed to exist just to bring the pretty red tint to your cheeks and make you shy. On the other hand, the man would practically bite someone’s head off if they so much as threw a stupid joke your direction. Being angered that another man tried to make her shy or flustered. It was wrong of him to favor you! After all you are his student and someone who’s quite a bit younger than him. While the age gap is legal he couldn’t help but feel a little silly when he thought about how much older he was. He quickly dismissed that thought though.

You moved to sit on your bed, slinging the blanket over your legs while listening to the man speak. He eyed you the entire time you moved. Thank God you were turned around or else you would have caught him shamelessly raking his eyes across your exposed legs.

“Are you the only one still up?” You ask innocently while he looked down at you.

“Yeah, the others were so tired I knew they’d all go their separate ways when we arrived.” His hands slid into his slacks nonchalantly while he pushed his blindfold off of his face. A low groan erupted from within his chest at the feeling of his skin being exposed to cool air finally. Your heart stuttered and skipped a beat when you heard the noises he made.

“Did I wake you up?”

The softness in Gojo’s voice rang loud in your ears. There was a sly undertone you couldn’t ignore but chose not to point out.

“Well…no, not exactly. I wasn’t quite asleep but I was definitely close to passing out.” A smile graced your lips to offer a sign of contempt and show you were upset for his visit.

A tense silence lulled over the two of you. Gojo blankly stared at you, not conveying anything. It was difficult to hold his gaze while the sky blue color of his irises sent chills down your spine. His feet barely made any noise before you felt his hand reach under your chin, his thumb stroking absently at the side of your jaw.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt you.” He said gently.

“Y-you didn’t, I promise.” Skin tingled and felt hot in the places he touched. Without thinking you leaned into his hand and closed your eyes, small puffs of breaths exiting you.

“Will you stay with me?” You ask suddenly yet as tender as could be. Your voice washed over him like a wave of fresh air and he couldn’t tell you no. He’d be an idiot to ever think about neglecting you when you asked him so sweetly.

He wasted no time in responding. “You know I will.” Was all that came from him before you were moving closer to the wall and he was slipping out of his shoes and sliding his shirt off. You knew he wouldn’t be comfortable in his slacks but it seemed to be the furthest thing from his mind.

His body caused the bed to dip in accommodation of his weight. Your small bed making the two of you impossibly close, even so he still reached for your arm and gently pulled you up to his chest. Your head rested on one of his pecs while your body nestled tightly into his side. All it took was a few strokes of his fingers in your hair for you to be worn down and jelly on him. While your heart thundered in your chest at the proximity of the two of you, a sickeningly sweet smile spread over your lips. A fit of relaxed giggles left your body and you could see Gojo’s confused but intrigued smile.

“What are you laughing about silly girl?” He whispered softly. He placed a small kiss to your hairline as he brushed loose strands from your face.

“Nothing! It’s just strange for me to see you like..this.”

“Like what?”

“So relaxed.”

Gojo stops for a moments before planting one small chaste kiss to your lips.

“What do you mean by that?” He asked curiously, brows furrowed ever so slightly.

A flush crept up to your ears when you thought about exposing yourself for how much you paid attention to him. “Uhm, I just mean…anytime I see you it’s like there’s a weight placed on your back that you can’t seem to shake off. I know you are the adult in the situation, but I wish there was something more I could do to help you. As silly as this sounds; you bring me a peace no one else can and I wish to do the same for you admittedly.” Between the new position with your chin pressed into his sternum and all the words that seemed to spill out of your mouth you found your head being tucked into his chest in an attempt to escape the embarrassment.

A loud chuckle emitted from below you and you felt his arms wrap around the small of your waist to hold you steady. “You really seem to have me figured out, don’t you?”

He settled against your pillows once more. “I can assure you sweet girl that you do the same for me.” His fingers kneed into the supple skin on your lower back. “I may look like i’m stressed all the time but the moment i’m close to you that weight seems to vanish. Forgive me if I lay it on a little thick with the teasing, I can’t help how much I enjoy seeing you get red when I’m close. It’s refreshing.”

You swallow thickly as his hands travel all over your skin. Your lower back, hips, the curve of your waist, nothing seemed to be out of reach for him.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you lay on his chest and listen to the steady thrum of his heart. “I like when you tease me.” you admit quietly

The two of you talked quietly for what felt like forever before you eventually drifted off to sleep. The sound of his velvety voice pulling you to a deep sleep as you knew he’d hold you for as long as you let him. The last thing you remember is him tracing circles on your back while you sheepishly talked about the silly things you’d do to be close to him.

In real Gojo fashion, he teased you about how timid you were. What he hoped you hadn’t felt was his heart pick up and the crimson color of his cheeks.

[otomehoneyybearr]

Achroite's Lucky Bag

Achroite-Style New Year: Desire Liberation!

It's the New Year, and I found myself in the snow-covered land of Achroite.

Leon: "Matias.... isn’t here yet. Did we get here too early?"

Jin: "Well, he’ll be here soon enough. He’s a stickler for punctuality."

Nokto: "If you say so. Looks like we’ll have to wait a bit longer, think you can handle it?"

Emma: "Huh?"

Nokto: "You’re shaking like crazy."

(He noticed?! I thought I was hiding it well…)

Emma: "I’m fine! It’s just a little cold, that’s all."

Leon: "If you’re cold, come over here. It’ll be warm in my arms, don’t you think?"

Jin: "Hold on, hold on. Wouldn’t my youthful and fit body be a better source of warmth?"

Jin: "Come on, don’t be shy. Jump right in!"

Emma: "I absolutely will not!"

Nokto: "Haha, looks like she’s not interested in you two and your blatant ulterior motives."

Nokto: “If it were me, I could warm you up from the inside out.... What do you say?”

Rio: “Prince Nokto, you’ve got the most blatant ulterior motives of them all! Emma, I’ll protect you from these guys.”

Rio: "Here, take this. This vest is better than nothing, right?"

Emma: "But then you’ll get cold! I’m fine, really. Keep yourself warm, okay?"

Rio: "Emma buttoning up my vest for me… I'm so happy, my body's already starting to feel hot..."

Clavis: "Haha, even while shivering, you still think of others. How noble of you. Take this as a reward.”

Emma: "What’s this? A… clay doll?"

Clavis: “It’s the Warmth Clay Doll 2.0. Shake it and it’ll heat up”

(So there was a version before this one...)

(It might be a trap, but if it will really warm me up, then just a little won’t hurt…)

Emma: "...! Wow, it’s actually warm!"

Clavis: "Looks like you’ve taken a liking to it. Go ahead and shake it some more."

Emma: "Okay!"

(The more I shake it, the warmer it gets. How does this thing even work?)

(Wait, is it… swelling up?)

Matias: "It’s best to stop shaking it now.

Emma: "!?"

Matias: "I've also received one of these before and it didn’t end well."

Matias: “Given it’s a revised version; its effects are likely more potent and... Hmm? You’re looking a bit flushed—are you alright?"

Nokto: “Maybe it’s because you’re grabbing her arm and leaning in so close.”

Matias: “My apologies. It was impolite of me to grab a lady’s arm so suddenly.”

(It wasn’t just the closeness—there’s also distinct charm about him that’s different from the other princes of Rhodolite...)

Matias: “Keep that clay doll in your coat. As long as you don’t shake it excessively, you should find it useful.”

Emma: “Got it. I’ll use it carefully. Thank you, Clavis.”

Clavis: “Haha, that smug expression on your face is adorable too.”

Matias: "Now then... it’s been a while, everyone. Thank you for coming."

Leon: "It’s unusual for you to host something for the New Year. Got something you’re eager to show us?"

Matias: "Indeed. This year, the Royal Academy is hosting a New Year’s Festival."

Matias: "I thought you all might enjoy it, so I invited you."

Jin: "I heard the school used to run classes right after the New Year. Guess times have changed, huh?"

Rio: "Classes right after New Year’s? That’s a pretty studious school!"

Matias: "It’s more of an Achroite tradition than academic policy.

Matias: “Here, people celebrate from the year’s end into the New Year, then promptly return to their daily life.”

Matias: "When people think of New Year’s, they likely picture the fireworks at the stroke of midnight."

(I see. So customs really do vary from country to country...)

(Meanwhile, I usually just want to relax for a bit at the start of the year...)

Matias: "The festival is already underway. Allow me to guide you."

....

Emma: "Wow!"

(The Townsquare is packed with stalls selling all sorts food and souvenirs...!)

(Warm grape juice, coffee, salmon cream soup, and cheesy potatoes...)

(Just the smell is making me hungry!)

Jin: "Guess there’s no hot wine here... Drinking that in the snow is unmatched."

Nokto: "It’s a school festival. Of course, they wouldn’t have alcohol."

Jin: "Fair enough. Guess I’ll settle for coffee."

Jin: "Oh, and pile on the sugar like there’s no tomorrow.”

Nokto: "I think I’ll go for coffee too. What about you?"

Emma: "I’ll have one too."

(It's rare to have coffee in Rhodolite, so I want to savor this as much as I can.)

Rio: "Looks like everyone's having coffee, huh?"

Rio: "Prince Jin wants extra sugar, Prince Nokto only wants milk, and Emma prefers it with plenty of sugar and milk—"

Rio: "Got it! I’ll go place the order."

(Wow, Rio is amazing. He remembered everyone's preferences after hearing them just once and is placing the order perfectly.)

(Oh, the shopkeeper is using something like a cloth bag in the pot… Is that how they brew coffee here?)

(They’re putting what looks like dark brown powder into the bag and pouring hot water in a circular motion...)

(Wow, the powder is puffing up! And—)

Emma: "It smells incredible..."

Matias: "Waiting for coffee is a pleasure in itself."

Matias: "If the New Year’s festival becomes an annual tradition, perhaps someday I’ll visit with my future queen..."

Matias: "While waiting, she’d rub her hands together and smile, saying she made the coffee sweeter than usual today."

Matias: "But when she finally takes a sip, she’ll realize the cups were swapped and will be surprised by the unexpected bitterness."

Matias: "And as she laughs about the mix-up, the warmth in my chest would surpass even the coffee itself—"

Emma: "Prince Matias?"

Leon: "Looks like he’s wandered off into his little world again."

Nokto: "Being this happy just from the smell of coffee is a talent in its own right."

......

(Coffee with lots of milk and sugar has a warm sweetness that’s different from tea. It’s delicious.)

(Everyone around us is holding coffee while enjoying the festival too.)

(You really can't resist this roasted aroma, huh?)

Emma: "Oh, there are snow sculptures over there."

Matias: "Yes. All of them were made by students. Each has its own motif."

Emma: "Really? A motif…"

(What should I do? They all look so abstract that I can’t figure out what the motifs are.)

Leon: "What’s with the serious face?"

Emma: "Um, I was just thinking how deep and complex art can be..."

Leon: "Don’t overthink it. Just take it at face value and enjoy what you see."

Leon: "Look over there, that snow sculpture’s pretty straightforward, don’t you think?"

Emma: "It looks like some kind of oval... Do you know what it is, Leon?"

Leon: "That’s meat. Bone-in meat."

Emma: (Huh? Seriously!? But now that he says it, I guess it COULD be...)

Rio: "There's a plaque under the sculpture that says 'Hope, Despair, and Forgiveness.'"

Leon: "There you have it."

Emma: "Leon, do you just want to eat some bone-in meat?"

Leon: "I saw it at one of the stalls earlier, but I’ll save it for tonight. If I’m having meat, I want some booze to go with it."

Jin: "Hey now, is that how someone from the land of art and roses is supposed to act?"

Jin: "Leave it to Big brother Jin to nail the theme of a snow sculpture in one shot. Look at that round one over there."

Emma: "What is that supposed to be?"

Jin: "No doubt about it—that’s a chest barely contained by the neckline of a dress—"

Emma: "Stop interpreting things with such blatant desires, especially at a school!"

Nokto: "Emma’s right. Besides, sculptures like these usually have more abstract inspirations."

Nokto:  "Take that one over there, for example."

Emma: "It’s a long, wavy, board-like shape... What’s it supposed to be?"

Nokto: "It’s obvious. It’s the sensation of pure bliss when—"

Emma: "Nope, absolutely not! ....Huh?"

(Clavis and Prince Matias are both staring pretty intently at the same snow sculpture.)

Clavis: "Art is open to interpretation, but... this is one thing I cannot concede on."

Matias: "My apologies, but I’m not willing to back down on this either."

(Are they arguing about something? Why—)

Clavis: "The motif of this snow sculpture is clearly feet. That should be obvious to anyone."

Matias: "No, it’s a waist. That graceful curve can only represent a waist."

(………)

(Well, at least they’re actually fighting.)

Clavis: "This isn’t getting us anywhere."

Matias: "The creator of this sculpture is over there. It might be unrefined, but we could ask them directly."

Clavis: "Very well. No hard feelings, no matter the answer."

(And they’re off.)

(……)

(And now they’re back. They're both looking a little dejected, though...)

Clavis: "To think it was meant to be a nape of the neck…"

Matias: "It seems we both have much to improve on. Let’s call it a draw this time."

(They’re shaking hands firmly... Clavis and Prince Matias have such an interesting relationship.)

Rio: "Hey, Emma, look at this."

Rio: "That snow sculpture kind of looks like your silhouette when you’re reading a book."

Rio: "And that one looks like you when you’re holding your cheeks after eating something delicious."

Rio: "Huh, now that I’m thinking about it, everything here is starting to look like Emma."

Rio: "Does this mean I’m surrounded by snow sculptures of Emma? Wait, is this paradise...?"

Emma: "There’s no way these are sculptures of me! Rio, you’re as over the top as ever..."

Matias: "The creator may not have intended you to be their motif, Miss Emma, but I can’t entirely rule it out either."

Matias: "At the very least, it seems this will be a year that might become significant in your life."

Emma: "What do you mean by that?"

Matias: "In Achroite, it’s tradition to drop melted beeswax into water on New Year’s Day and interpret its shape to predict the coming year."

Matias: "The abstract shapes of these snow sculptures are inspired by that tradition."

Matias: "Though, most people are tipsy on hot wine while interpreting, so they often just voice whatever their desires are at the moment..."

Matias: "Desire itself isn’t inherently bad, as long as you know how you manage it."

Matias: "After all, it’s the longing for something that drives people forward in life."

Rio: "Then I guess it means I’ll keep openly expressing my love to Emma this year too!"

Matias: "Indeed, I’m sure you will."

Matias: "Miss Emma, have you seen anything in the snow sculptures that speaks to you?"

Emma: "Not yet…"

Matias: "Hmm, you’re quite modest."

Matias: "If there’s anything you desire, please don’t hesitate to share it. I’ll do what I can to fulfill it."

....

(Before I knew it, the festival fun carried on into the night.)

(Prince Matias said that once the New Year’s celebrations are over, everything would return to normal.)

(The Townsquare is lively, filled with stalls offering hot wine and baked goods.)

Jin: "Drinking hot wine in the cold really warms you up."

Leon: "That's what New Years in Achroite is all about. All that's left is the fireworks."

Emma: "They’re launching fireworks?"

Matias: "Unfortunately, the fireworks are only at the stroke of midnight."

Matias: "Fireworks outside of the New Year’s celebration are generally prohibited in Achroite."

Matias: "That’s why the citizens cherish the New Year’s fireworks so much."

Emma: "I see. That makes sense."

(I wanted to see the fireworks, but if that’s the case, then it can’t be helped.)

Matias: "……"

Matias: "Miss Emma, would you mind lending me that doll from earlier?"

(The doll... does he mean the Warmth Clay Doll 2.0?)

Matias: "Thank you. Please step back a bit."

Emma: "Sure... Wait, Prince Matias! If you shake it like that—"

Matias: "There, it’s ready."

(Huh? Prince Matias just tossed the doll into the air...)

Emma: "Wow!"

(Snow mixed with colorful, sparkling lights falls down—it’s like a firework display!)

Clavis: "Hm, it could use some adjustments, but not bad for a start."

Matias: "I never thought I’d end up using your traps like this."

Matias: "But with the hot wine and fireworks, we’ve managed to recreate a modest Achroite-style New Year."

Matias: "What do you think, Miss Emma? One day, I’d like to show you real fireworks if possible."

(It’s so beautiful. The snow, the sparkles, the warm wine... It feels like I’ve stepped into the pages of a book.)

(I’m so glad I came to Achroite.)

Matias: "......"

Emma: "Oh, sorry. I was so captivated by the scene... Is something wrong, Prince Matias?"

Matias: No, nothing at all."

Matias: "Perhaps it’s the hot wine talking, but after seeing your expression, I found myself predicting the year to come."

Matias: "And I’m confident about one thing."

Matias: "This year is bound to be a wonderful one."

Tanzanite | Ruby

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[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Okay! Sleep Token story request. Reader is Vessel’s girlfriend and they are on a very long road trip together. “Take Me Back to Eden” comes on the radio and it’s late at night while they’re driving down the freeway. Anyway… they start singing along to the really catchy middle part of the song while Vessel keeps the beat on the steering wheel as he drives and reader sticks her hand out of the open window as they blast the song. The highway is empty safe for their car.

Just us

It was something you did for years. Even before you were dating. It in a way worked perfectly. Vessel loved driving and you loved being the passenger princess. So there had been nights in your younger years where you would end up in a car at odd hours just driving around. And there would either be no words shared or you would talk till the sun would rise. Then road trips came into play.

The first time you went on one had been for your birthday and it had kickstarted the whole tradition that you had taken into your new relationship.

“So you want anything else?”, Vessel asked, hands full of snacks you two had gathered. You had stopped in a small town for a night. Slept in as much as you could before exploring bits of the town. And now the fun part, the night end of the trip awaited you. “Maybe this”, you pointed to the food options available making Vess chuckle, “You want cheese bites? What about a hot dog?”, you rolled your eyes, “Have one weenier in the car already”, Vessel snorted, shaking his head as he went to the register to pay.

Then the usual began. You two had fallen into an easy conversation, watching the sun slowly setting. “Open up”, you muttered, carefully handing Vessel a bit of food as he drove. “You’re too good for me”, he muttered, carefully taking the cheese bite out of your hands. He could easily eat on his own even driving. But there was something about the dynamic that was just so satisfying to him. It felt intimate in a way. Sharing food. Having his hand on your thigh. Or both of your legs over his lap as your back pressed against the door. Not that he allowed that often because of safety but…

“You excited for tonight?”, he muttered, “The sky seems pretty clear”. You hummed, “We’ll be out of the city too so we should be able to see so many stars”, and there it was that bright smile that made him want to drive for hours just to see it one more time. “We’re stopping at the lookout at about midnight, you can show me all the stars”, Vess turned to you slightly, watching you happily munching away. “But I already showed all of them to you”, you hummed, offering him another bite, “you can do it again”, he mused licking your finger clean from the sauce making you chuckle.

But nothing compared to the content silence once the sun settled. All windows open as you let the nice summer breeze surround you both. You knew that he needed this as much as you did. To unwind from the tour. To let go of the new album production. To just be. So the playlist you two had made at the start of your relationship was the thing filling the car with sound now. Songs have a nostalgic value. Bringing up a handful of memories.

You reached out, letting your fingers tangle in the hair on the back of the vessel’s neck. He quickly turned to the side kissing your wrist before focusing his eyes back on the road. Drumming his fingers on the wheel, humming along to the song playing. You watch him like this. Happy and relaxed. Smiling to yourself as you lean in to kiss his cheek before turning towards the open window on your side. Letting your fingers tangle in the wind kissing your skin. Listening to the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. The feeling of his fingers, the cold metal of his rings, pressing against your thigh. And it’s something you want to capture and keep for yourself forever. So you cast your eyes up to the sky watching the stars, thanking each one of them that you two had talked the gamble and started dating years ago.

[a-rayneart]

Just finished season 4 of MASH

I know this art blog is quickly becoming a MASH rampage (not intentional, I swear) but I really want to give my thoughts on the season 4 finale and this seems like the best place to do it.

An incomplete list of every moment that struck me in S4E24: The Interview:

Hawkeye's demeanour in this episode is entirely different than in 'Yankee Doodle doctor', particularly his behaviour toward the film crew. This is unsurprising, but still significant to me.

I loved hearing Radar talk about his earthworms. I love whenever the characters engage in genuine hobbies outside of their jobs in the army, but hearing Radar babble about his earthworms was especially lovely.

"War is just killing, that's all." - Klinger

Hawkeye is so honest this episode, and he does it all with this completely checked out look, eyes glazed over.

Hawkeye also sums up his whole entire character. He talks about putting on a 'coat' of morale just to make others stop believing in where they are because it's the only way he can feel present. He also get's asked how he stays sane, which is pretty significant foreshadowing, to which he answer with a list of frankly insane things to do. It reminds me of the S1 episode where he pretended to lose it in order to get time off, but also of all the little times in episodes where he did something that was a bit outlandish, a bit crazy, and somehow also made perfect sense, like when he (briefly) pretended to be a corpse in an attempt to get back to his father.

"There's so much more to care about," and "It just doesn't matter anymore," are two things Hawk says in basically one breath and boy is that relatable.

I've already seen this clip but Mulcahy talking about the steam and the bodies in the cold hurts every time.

Genuine, non-sexual focus and appreciation for the nurses and the jobs they do.

Referencing the episode where Radar get's drunk in Tokyo and him looking so abashed about it.

"If I knew all the answers, I'd run for God." -Klinger again

More on Klinger– Usually he takes advantage of any opportunity to display his insanity to higher ups. He doesn't do that here. He talks entirely sincerely about his joy for home and his hate for the war. You can really see every emotion on his face. He is so real.

Radar's compassion for the local Koreans. There's something special about it coming from him specifically that I can't quite pinpoint but I love it. Maybe because he comes from such a similar background but is now in a position where the people he answers to tell him that he's better than them. I think Radar must feel he has more in common with the local farmers than with his own colleagues.

I've never thought about it before, but it makes so much sense that Potter misses being around people his own age, and I could probably go on about that forever but I probably shouldn't.

Father Mulcahy looks so tired.

BJ smiles when he greets his wife and daughter, but when he looks down he looks devastated. How hard must it be to talk to his family through a TV screen. The acting in this episode it amazing.

I think it was BJ who talked about being torn between his love for the people he worked with and wanting to erase them from his memory, which reminded me of a line from the MASH fanfic I wrote before I even watched this episode; 'Nothing makes me happier than having people to miss, and that they’re far enough away that I can miss them.' (Check out my short fic, it's called After Life - Hawkeye's Poem)

The narrator ends by saying that they're doing what they do best but what they'd rather not do in a place they'd rather not be and I think that's just about the point of the show

All said, amazing episode, perfect acting, did what just about every episode of MASH does and gave me a deep sense of melancholy. I've seen a lot about this episode on here and I totally get why but I think we should also give some appreciation to the episode before it (Deluge) because I genuinely believe that that was just as good.

[grammarpedant]

Crashes in here, hi this is my main blog and I just saw the tags you left on my art of Miki and the CombatBot and I'm going just a little insane over them. I've been thinking of a fic from Miki's POV for Rogue Protocol for a while and while I don't think I have the skill to pull that off I am SO EXCITED to see that someone else has had the same thought!!! Urg... I just love Miki so so much and seeing how the events unfold from its POV would be so interesting.

I think I gotta go draw Miki some more now hehe. Good luck with writing!!

(the Miki art in question)

Hehe, right? Miki is SUCH a character full of so many hidden depths and surprises, greatest of all is that it's also exactly what it looks like on the surface, in full sincerity: a sweet, kind person of a bot that cared very deeply about its friends and wanted to be able to count Murderbot among them. It also deliberately obfuscates the truth from Murderbot and from Don Abene alike on multiple occasions, it seems to sense what MB means and feels through the feed almost better than MB itself, it's a science bot with visual magnification abilities beyond MB's, when it's stressed and pressed for time it stops trying to talk like a human and goes back to its native code language; Miki has in-jokes with its human friends, but I never had a friend like me. And that's just random stuff I pulled from skimming the book looking for something else! Miki is just such a fascinating character!!

And in this fandom we just LOVE our outsider POVs, haha. I'm sure others have done or tried to do Miki POV of the book before, but I'm gonna use this moment as an opportunity to gush about the thing I want to write- I left the tags that I did because what came to me first was the bit leading up to the same scene you've depicted, the tragic beauty of Miki choosing the trajectory that it did. I have a heartwrenching final scene of Miki's POV in those moments that I absolutely cannot show anyone, not least because the scene simply will not hit as hard as it could unless I actually lay the groundwork that would give it a real punch.

Miki would be about (is about) self-determination, right, obviously. But the Miki POV I want to write would also be about a character caught between connection and alienation, a bot among humans and all that entails. —People love and protect Miki, yes, but do they understand it? Don Abene loved it, and Miki loved her too, and what about all the times they struggled to understand each other? The work that it takes to overcome miscommunication? How does Miki feel, knowing that there are some experiences it just cannot share with its human friends, nor they with it? Do they understand each other regardless? Does anybody ever really understand another person? —Miki has a way of talking that's a little clipped and which may seem "childish" to a reader at first glance; given that in times of stress it defaults back to a nonverbal-to-humans mode of bot communication, might we draw parallels between it and the semiverbal disabled experience? —For perhaps the first time in its life Miki met someone who could understand it reflexively, instinctively, empathize with its machinic experiences almost effortlessly. How does it understand this person's refusal to accept the vulnerability of connection? Does Miki understand Murderbot, and if so how much? In what ways?

Those are the themes I'd want to pull at, and to do so I'd use the motifs of Miki's scientific research function. Its literal ability to perceive the world differently from both humans and from MB, its framing of the world through numbers and measurement and factoids and analysis that is nevertheless beautiful to it, even when it struggles to put that beauty to human words. Names. Identity. Choice and free will. Emotion and connection. What Miki was thinking when it looked at MB's camera at the nebula storm and said, Pretty! The jokes and media and little moments it shares with Don Abene. The love and happiness that made it so secure in itself. If I could just get through the groundwork of it all... it would be beautiful. At least as beautiful as the art you drew.

Anyway, I hope you keep drawing Miki, friend! The art you did has already inspired me a bit more 🥰

[sccrim]

warnings ( praising , masturbation , oral male , cum on face , spitting , face fucking )

you watch porn for the first time to get a clear view to make him feel good but you got caught.

sum light c:

you nervously cussed at yourself, realizing itachi wanted to have sex with you tonight. you had been with him for about six months now. of course you wanted to fuck him but you were a virgin. you never saw yourself losing it to random ass people but then itachi walked into your life and you’re in a different perspective.

you place yourself on the edge of your bed contemplating if you should do what you were thinking. you sighed and grabbed your laptop. biting your nails before typing your password in. "how bad can this be." you questioned. you searched pornhub. you scrolled to see different titles. none really caught your interest. it wasn’t that you were looking for a specific one but then again— you kinda were. you decide to type—

how to make a guy feel good.

you weren’t so sure if it would help but how did you know? you were new to this. the video began playing and you saw a woman telling the 'fans' to pay close attention. and if you wanted your man to cum so good that video was right for you. you laughed at yourself with this stupidity. was it really worth it or you would just wing it?

even though you thought it was dumb your eye still focusing on how she was sucking some random dudes dick. you couldn’t help it, you really wanted itachi to have a good time. you saw the woman grab the guys cock and started pumping it. her telling you to pump half and put your mouth on the tip.

you couldn’t lie. you were getting turned on. you now just imagining how itachi would feel and you seeing him in his vulnerable state. you placed your legs up and put your laptop to the side. you could feel yourself wet already. you could hear the guy moaning which turned you on even more. you started rubbing your cilt. before you let out a third moan itachi walked in.

your hand lifted up so fast. "babe?" he questioned. holy fuck. "itachi!?" you yelled. "i thought you weren’t coming until another hour?" you asked him. your face burning up. "yeah but sasuke wanted me to drop him off somewhere to i figured to just come over right now." he looked at your laptop which was still having the video playing. "were you watching porn?"

"no?—yes.." you couldn’t lie. the truth was right there. "this is so embarrassing—" itachi softly laughed. "it’s normal. i even watch it." maybe that made you feel a bit better but not so much. "ugh. i just wanted to know how to make you feel good for when we y'know— but then it started turning me on." you buried your face into your pillow.

"y/n.. whatever you do would make me feel good. i know you wanted to take it slow and i’m coo' with that. we have to tell each other what we like and don’t like."

"still. those girls who did it probably will be better than me." you laughed the pain away. "babe. everyone has to start somewhere and i promise you won’t be bad."

"c'here." you sat on his lap as he rubbing your back. "i love you y'know that." you nodded as he kissed your neck. "i love you so much." he murmured while leaving other kisses going down to your breast. "mhm." it was slowly turning you on. "were you thinking about me?" you can feel him smirk while sucking on your breast. "yes." you whispered. this was it. go for it.

"fuck. i missed you."

"teach me itachi." you looked into his eyes. "you sure?" he kissed your lip. "yes." you ran your hands through his hair. "get on your knees for me pretty." you bit your lip and go on them. you were nervous but you wanted it. you wanted him so fucking bad. "we can always stop okay." you nodded watching him take his shorts off.

you saw his length hit his stomach. shit. you looked up at him. "spit on it baby." he soft spoke. one thing about itachi is he’ll talk you through it. itachi tapped his pink tip on your lips. "go slow first okay and then grab your hand and jerk me off. just go slow for me baby." you opened your mouth making an O shape. you felt itachis body relax.

"fuck." itachi moaned. your head going back and forth slowly. you could feel him want to face fuck you but was nervous to do so. "use my mouth itachi." you spit on his dick more. "you sure?" you nodded remembering the woman say to let them face fuck you for a bit so you know how deep they like it. "let me know okay?"

itachi lightly gripped your hair and slowly started fucking your mouth. you could get the wetness coming in and out. you could hear itachi moaning. his hand making your head go back and forth while he— himself moved forward. this time he goes faster. you choking on his cock turned him on. his pretty little doll getting face fucked.

"baby." he murmured.

"your mouth feels so good on my dick. holy fuck."

you placed your palm under his balls causing him to moan. "yeah, play with em." he took a deep breath out. you started to but he took his dick out and started jerking himself off. "suck em. please." itachi begging? you were turned on. you mouth on his balls now. you can sense itachi coming to his high. he started jerking off faster and his moans getting out by the second. "ima cum pretty."

"cum all over my face." you smiled looking up at itachi. your mouth covered in your salvia and his pre-cum. "cum on my face baby." you smiled. and with that itachi came all over your face. "clean it for me?" he questioned. you grabbed his dick and licked off the rest of his come.

"you’re so pretty with my cum on you."

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